Today marks nine years since Nick and I had our first date. For unknown reasons, I've always remembered that we met June 29, and went on our first date July 19, 2003. Today I thought it would be fun to dig out my old journals, untouched for years, and see what I wrote. I knew I was actively journaling during that period, and knew I would probably laugh at what I wrote.
". . . . . I've met someone who I've become inexplicably enamored with. I started talking with him Sunday nights at ward prayer several weeks ago. Within about five minutes of talking to him, I knew I liked him. After a couple weeks of these chats, I really like him, and after going out with him on Saturday, I find that I'm far more swept away in it than I'm comfortable with.
His name is Nicholas. He's a pre-med student majoring in German and works for UPS. He's very smart, funny, nice, says "Nice!" a lot, and is apparently very handy with tools. . . . . . . .He seems to get all my stupid, obscure references. . . . . .He invited me to do something with him next Saturday night. I just don't want to wait that long before I see or talk to him. Call me crazy- I deserve it- I barely met this guy."
So, yes, it is a bit much for a guy I'd only been on one date with. But I guess I can't call call 22-year-old me too crazy. She was right about everything. I don't think I gush over Nick in public too much, but I love him more now than ever. I'm amazed at how fast nine years together has passed by. And he is very handy with tools, a skill I continue to benefit from. Remember Brenda's advice, and marry someone who can sheet rock.